#AND THEN i got chick fil a breakfast :2

[housecow]

pic from this morning… it’s getting so hard to hold them up 🥲

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Frat Bro x Shy! Fem! Reader pt.2

TW: Spanking, masturbation, humping

When you wake up in Ben's bed, you are terrified, especially since you are naked. 

"You awake, darling?" Ben asks, turning over to face you.

"Shit! I'm so sorry if we had a one-night stand. I probably drank too much, and now I'm in bed with you," You apologize, scrambling out of the bed.

"Oh, it's ok, darling. A girl like you couldn't have handled my drink anyway. Besides, we can always have sex sober whenever we want now that we're dating," Ben replies, grabbing your body and kissing your neck. "You're all mine, baby. Come on. Let's get dressed and get you that plan b unless you want a baby with me."

"No, no, I definitely don't want a baby. Ugh! My pelvis hurts!" You groan, holding your stomach for comfort.

"It's ok. I'll get you that pill and some breakfast. Stay here, and don't move a muscle," Ben says, kissing your forehead and pulling the covers over your body.

Ben gets dressed and leaves his room. You look around his room and see the posters of athletes and several pop culture movies. His pillows smell like cologne and sweat, and you relax as you start to fall asleep again. That was until another fraternity member opened Ben's door and found you there.

"Oh, look. It's the girl Ben is obsessed with. Did you two have a good time?" Some white boy with black hair asks, sitting on your side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Ben is obsessed with me?" You ask, sitting up. 

"You bet he is. He was so obsessed with you that it became bothersome. That's why he had the party last night, that's why we gave Ben those special pills, that's why we got your friend Cassidy to bring you. It was so Ben could finally have time with you, and he would stop rambling about you 24/7," The boy explains, making adrenaline pump through your veins.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave," You say, ignoring the pain from sex and running out of the frat house with only the sheets. 

You run to your dorm and lock yourself in your room. You change into some polka dot pajamas and hide underneath the covers. Your phone buzzes to life, and Ben is blowing up your text messages.

Baby, where are you?

Why are my sheets missing?

I brought breakfast and plan b for you.

Where are you?

Y/N, please answer me. 

Y/N

Y/N

Y/N-

You throw your phone to the floor and put your head on your pillow, ignoring the world. You close your eyes and hope everything that happened was a dream.

"Hi, Ben..." Cassidy says, unlocking the door.

You wake up and turn your body so your back faces the door.

"I'm pretty sure she's in there," Cassidy replies, closing the door and going back to her room.

Knock knock knock

You groan and put the pillow over your head, hoping it helps you ignore the noise.

"Y/N, I brought food for you. Y/N, I know you're in there. Don't you want your medicine?" Ben asks, making you get out of bed.

He is right. You do need that plan b unless you want to be connected to Ben forever. You open your door, looking at Ben with tired eyes.

"Just give me the plan b and get out," You say, making Ben's heart twitch in pain.

Your words hurt him, but he won't be affected by it.

"Y/N, you're not spending the day by yourself. I know you're in pain and need some relaxation and aftercare," Ben argues, barging into your room and locking the door. "Here's your food and your pill. Eat the food before you take the pill."

Ben hands you a Chick-fil-A bag, and you pull out your favorite breakfast items. He lifts you onto your bed and sits near you as he takes out his food. The two of you eat in silence for a while, until Ben asks for a pillow to put under your feet.

"Here. By the way, thanks for the food and pill," You say, handing Ben a pillow. "I'm still mad at you for making a campus-wide plot to drug me."

"In my defense, I didn't come up with the drugging part. That was my fraternity. I just wanted to kidnap you and take you on a date," Ben replies, rubbing and massaging your feet. "But I mean, you did enjoy the sex we had, right?"

"I won't be answering that question. I refuse to answer that question."

"Aww, please! I need to know if I satisfied you!"

"Nope. You won't be getting that secret out of me until my deathbed."

Ben groans and puts both of your trash into the empty bag. Then, he crawls next to you and kisses your cheek. He takes out a Tylenol pill and slips it in your mouth. You swallow and take a deep breath.

"I have the whole day planned out for us. Lunch is tacos, and dinner is Chili's. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ben asks, slipping an arm around your waist. 

You feel strangely relaxed in his arms and turn to face Ben.

"Yeah, that's fine with me. Wait, you didn't drug me again, did you?" You ask, sitting up a bit.

"Nope. I just used my charm and kindness. Now, do you want a back massage or not?" Ben responds, his hands roaming your back. "Just so you know, I'll always give you an aftercare day after we have sex."

That was it for you. A day of food, relaxation, and massages was enough for you to overlook his yandereness. After all, you are a foodie at heart.

"Sure," You moan, turning over on your stomach and letting Ben massage your back.

Ben's hands feel up your boobs, and you look at him.

"Sorry, I can't help it. Your boobs are too cute not to grope," Ben says, lining his crotch up with your ass. "You don't mind if I hump you a little?"

"You're one bothersome horny dog," You answer, teasing Ben by rubbing your ass on Ben. "Just finish the massage, and we can sleep."

"In...a...minute!" Ben moans, humping your pajama bottoms faster. "Ggh!"

Ben cums in his underwear while groping your boobs hard. He takes off his pants and crawls into bed with you. Ben makes you the little spoon, kissing the crook of your neck. Suddenly, he flips you over and holds your head against his chest.

"Did you really think I wouldn't punish you for running away?" Ben whispers, his hands roaming your ass.

"Wait-"

Ben spanks your ass, making you hide your face in his chest out of shame. It's not your fault he knows all of your kinks. 

"Look at me, baby. This is for your own good," Ben says, grabbing your face and making you look him in the eyes.

"Please, spank me more," You plead, blushing from embarrassment.

Ben smirks and takes the belt off of his pants. He swats it at your butt, and you moan. Your hands pull down your pants and twitch as his belt hits your bare ass.

"Oh yes, punish me like the bad girl I am!" You moan, practically melting in his arms. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"

You cum onto Ben's thighs, making both of you sigh. Ben kisses you and rubs your ass.

"I love you," Ben says, rubbing your head.

"I love you, too," You say, kissing his neck.

[foster-the-world]

Funny baby boy things

Baby boy loves learning Spanish words. I dont know Spanish so often look up words on my phone. This morning he was in my room while I was getting dressed. He says “Mom how do you say boobies in Spanish. Ask your phone.” Then proceeds to take my phone and ask Siri.

Last night at the schools monthly literacy night dinner they had Harlem Magic Masters - a DJ and three basketball players who do tricks and entertain the crowd. They were very good. The kids loved them. At the beginning they did a dance contest. Baby boy went up by himself and the crowd went wild because he’s perfect. If anyone ever questioned if he has ADHD (they don’t) his dancing would prove it. It’s rapid fire movement with some break dancing thrown in. When announcing the winners they called one older girl up to give her a hat. Quincy then walks himself right up there, stands in front of him and puts his hand up. So freakin cute. Not sure who the real winner was but they couldn’t really say no. He was very happy with his baseball hat. The third winner was his little best friend who was also thrilled beyond believe. Rebel also won a ball catching contest - along with her sweet classmate. Bee was not happy to be the only non winner but all of the kids got free books from scholastic book fair stock so she was appeased. She chose one of the Harry Potter books we haven’t gotten to, yet.

Need to get through PTA meeting tonight and then finish packing for our early flight to London.

Managed to secure 75 free chick-fil- meals for teacher appreciation week. Our local restaurant does not have any homophobic policies and we aren’t actually giving them any money - so I figure it’s okay. Also got about $250 in gift cards to stack a dessert/drink snack cart we will deliver to each class. And a local bagel shop gives 75 bagels every year. Starbucks donated coffee - so we will have a nice breakfast.

Yesterday the Principals friend told her about a 70k capital improvement grant due tmrw. At first I said I couldn’t get it together. Then started thinking about how we could make our family room/meeting classroom so much better. I managed to get the whole application done at work today. My husband checked for grammar and said you could not tell it was done in only 1-2 hours. It certainly wasn’t perfect but I’m glad I took the time. I felt kind of bad but did not have the time/energy to send around to other exec team members for feedback. I figure it was worse to ask for advice and then ignore it then to just not ask. I didn’t want it hanging over my head tonight. I did tell the other members I was applying. Now it’s submitted- worse they can do is say no.

[pithypepper]

Y’all… I am playing the use-what-you’ve-got-in-your-house-already-you-food-hoarder game. I like a hot breakfast. Preferably with bread of some kind, eggs, meat, and cheese. But I came back from New York last week and had no bread in my freezer. But do you know what I did have? Puff pastry dough.Let me tell you about my friggen amazing breakfast this week! 

Melt a pat of butter in a small fry pan. Add chopped onions and dehydrated garlic. After the onions have warmed up, add in some bacon bits, or beef summer sausage. While that’s all cooking, break off a 3rd of a sheet of frozen puff pastry dough. Thaw in the microwave at the lowest power, 30 seconds at a time. In my freezer that’s usually a total of a minute and a half. Cut the dough strip in half and lightly stretch to enlarge. Be careful not to rip. Then spread half of a laughing cow cheese wedge on each half. I prefer the garlic and herb variety. Then add a teaspoon of Chick-fil-A sauce and half an ounce of sliced cheddar cheese. Once your onions and meat have begun to caramelize, mix in 2 lightly beaten eggs and cook until mostly firm. (Save a tablespoon of raw egg to seal pastry packet.) Once eggs are done, divide in half and add to your puff pastry. Fold one corner across the eggs, then egg wash it and fold the opposite corner across. Add another swipe of egg wash. Top with shredded cheese of your choice. Bake in the oven for 15 minutes at 400°F. Then let rest at least 10 minutes.

I have no photos, because I suck. But trust me, this is freaking amazing. 

TLDR: breakfast this week is heavenly. Here’s my inspo recipe: https://www.gittaskitchen.com/simple-scrambled-eggs-and-puff-pastry-bundles-recipe/

[vannagiang]

Daily Reflection

Date - 10/31/22

Timestamp - 11:14pm

Today I woke up at 8:00 am and got a total of 6 hours of sleep. I spent half of the night sleeping in the Fireside Lounge, though. I ate a protein bar for breakfast at around 10:00 am and ate another protein bar at around 12:00 pm. During my Life Science 30A lab I ate mini snickers and some fruit snacks. Then, for lunch I had Chick-Fil-A with Mr. AJ Garcia at around 3:00 pm and it was delicious. I haven’t had Chick-Fil-A since I moved out of Ohio. It reminded me of home. Then I had 2 dinners. I had one dinner at 6:00 pm with Ms. Alice Zhou at B-Plate. Then, I had dinner #2 with my older friends at Epicuria around 8:00 pm. I ended the night with some small snacks. My daily plan was to wake up, attend my classes, go to Kerckhoff and do some work, go to the gym with Mr. Ben Le, go to my two dinners, then end the night doing work all night. I am overly stressed. I have a midterm on Wednesday and no time to study nor prepare. It sucks to see everyone around you having the time to go to review sessions and studying, but I do not have that luxury. I feel so behind and not smart. I rate today a 6/10. I was productive and still could not finish my work.

[the-deathwork-blue]

Day #2 19/9/2024

Maybe if I continue at this for a couple more days I'll actually create an about me page or something to keep of these entires organized.

Today was actually pretty alright! I woke up late so I was kinda pissing bricks about being tardy. But at the same time, the class isn't too strict with lateness so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I ended being an hour early like always so I guess it all turned out alright. Art history was interesting and I didn't sleep mid way the lecture for once lol. For some reason the discussion of Sumer and Mesopotamia really intrigued me, however the minuets still felt like hours. I wrote many pages in my notebook (maybe you guys will get to see a page soon) my notes aren't pretty but hey I have an A in that class so it still works nonetheless. And FYI for anyone needing tips about college; BRING A SWEATER. It was freezing in that lecture hall://.

Lunch soon rolled around and I got out to hang out with my friends. I know many people say not to hang out with high school friends during college but I forgot how difficult and awkward it is to make new friends. I feel like I come off as nerdy or weird (is that an incel thing to say? idk) But I really enjoy my friend's company. For this blog I'll just call them M and D. M and D are nerdy teenage boys that spazz about Death Grips, comics, just nerdy shit. And talk about the occasional cute girl. M is really into a mutual of mines and I find it cute how head over heels he is lol. I picked up a bagel to enjoy not knowing that these 2 were gonna drag me to a Chick fil-A once again. Ordered a chicken sandwich combo alongside with that bagel (felt fat but ehh I skipped breakfast) . The whole lunch consisted of M and D shit talking a guy who latched onto them awkwardly and how D is infertile. Hearing about a hernia messing up a testicle isn't the most appealing thing to hear while you're eating lol

Foundation class was uneventful. Despite my focus being photography, I still have to draw from time to time. We practiced perspective and drew some still lifes. Doodled a little bit as well but I doubt that I'll show them here unless requested I guess.

The ride back home wasn't bad either, nothing that stood out to me in the subway. To be honest, I was daydreaming about the date I have tomorrow with my boyfriend. It's weird to think about how we've been together for over a year now and I still laugh and giggle like a teenage girl. In this blog I'll call the boyfriend E. I still listen to the playlists E made when before we even got together and I never skip the songs either. With stress from work and life, I feel like I deserve the bagel and I deserve the first time trip to Olive Garden with E.

With E actually going to uni, I feel like I am behind in school compared to him. I often diminish my major because he's studying in STEM. But no matter how low I think of myself, he seems to remind me that I'm just as capable as him. It doesn't matter that I'm majoring in Studio Arts and he's a STEM student. And it doesn't matter that he's attending a well respected University while I'm attending the local community college. We both are gaining education and becoming first generation college students . Hell we both are first gen high school graduates. With E, I feel like I can accomplish so much with him and not against him. (Imma stop before I get too emotional lol)

I got some work done, hopefully by tomorrow my weekend will be cleared. I'mma shower, shave even and count the hours till I get to see my bf again<<33

Good night to whoever read it all, you a real one lol

Here's the bagel with the Chick fil-A in the background lol

song of the day btw

[fake-flowers-are-blooming]

I wrote this over the course of 2 late nights so don’t expect much in terms of eloquence.

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My mom let me get a strawberry shake.

As we sat silently in the drive thru at chick-fil-a.

Less than three hours before I sat talking to my counselor about my future and what colleges I could look into based on my preferences.

The PA system didn’t work in the counselor’s office, nor the library.

I walked into the hallway, hearing the tail end of an announcement. Glancing down the hallway at the security guard quickly closing doors, we exchanged a moment of silence, realization, understanding.

I whipped around, catching the gaze of a teacher I’d never seen before or since, as he ushered two other girls into his room.

I jogged towards him and he swiftly locked the door behind me, guiding us all towards the back of the darkened classroom.

Only a few months prior, I had woken up to the frantic calls from a girl I considered a friend back then.

There was meant to be a parade that day, one I knew many of my friends in band would be at.

What was meant to be a day of celebration and community quickly descended into one of chaos, panic, loss.

I stayed home that day, it was the first time I’d seen my dad’s firearm as he placed it on the mantle, only taking it off when the man was apprehended. I watched as my favorite breakfast place had its windows smashed in, my friends worried about family members, and the town I’d grown to enjoy, become mischaracterized and misrepresented on the national level for months afterwords.

Now as I look upon this damaged community, I realize that many consider empathy conditional.

A girl barely a year older than me, one who had just become an adult, along with her mother were taken. Once again, I felt that same air that hung over the town for weeks after, just a few weeks ago.

However, it struck me odd the stance many chose to take.

My elderly neighbors hung a blue ribbon on two flower basket poles, and as I walked each day past it to my home, I would retie the side that always seemed to blow off in the wind, because despite everything that’s occurred since that day, when my mom got me that strawberry shake, I’ve understood how they see it.

They’ve invited me into their home, our families have broken bread, they themselves have family there, who have felt the same fear we have. Their only fault is that of prioritized empathy.

What I don’t understand however, are those who have witnessed the things I have, and are watching it unfold on such a significantly larger scale, and have not a single ounce of empathy within their hearts for those that are as innocent as those very lives we lost, lives we mourned, these very same lives who are unable to escape a nation’s wrath, lives who’s only fault is that of their birth.

The very same thing that people like them should know so very well because many still hold a very similar sentiment towards them for the exact same reason, which is in itself, a reason that should hold no weight, but one so many use to justify hate.

I don’t think I’ll be having a Chick-fil-a strawberry shake any time soon.

[la-appel-du-vide]

11•24•23 - Black Friday 🖤

Black Friday is quite honestly one of my favorite days of the year, thanks to Kena and Jackie letting me join them so many years ago. Usually I am just there to go with the flow, and shop where they want to shop, but this year, Ken and I had a real goal. Thanks to B getting me overly obsessed with vinyl records, I now believe I have to have every exclusive record and color, and so when Olivia Rodrigo announced a secret song version of Guts, available only on Black Friday Record Store Day, it became a must have for me, and Ken too. Not only is it so cool to have all four secret songs on one record, but the record also has an etched butterfly art on it! We knew each record store would only have a few copies, so we were planning to get there super early and wait it out. We decided to go to Lavender Vinyl around 2, because once it hits 8 AM, they give out tickets that let you keep your spot in line, and go take a break until you open at 10. But last minute, Gray Whale announced that in addition to those Olivia records, they also found some SIGNED Folklore CD's! I don't have anything signed by Taylor, and Folklore is one of my favorite albums of all time! So we reluctantly made the decision to switch out to Gray Whale. The downside was that they don't give out tickets, so we just had to sit and wait until 10 AM.

We arrived just after 2, and there was no one else there. We were able to sit in the car until around 4:30, when the next person arrived. From then on, we had to brave the cold and sit out on the sidewalk. It was freezing, dark, and so boring. Kena took a nap for awhile and I listened to my audiobook. At 5, I ran next door to Starbucks to get us breakfast, since neither one of us was feeling that great. Other than that, we just sat there. It didn't take long for a line to wrap around the entire building.

The hours dragged on, and I was ready to be done. B brought some additional blankets and hot chocolates to us around 8, and that helped. And from then on, we played some rounds of Uno until opening.

I loved the way Gray Whale handled it though. They let just Kena and I in first, since we were first in line, and gave us as much time as we felt we needed to peruse the Black Friday items and pick what we wanted, before letting the next people in. It was so peaceful and calm, and it should always be that way. We both got signed Folklore, Olivia Rodrigo, and the new Sia Christmas EP. I also got a copy of Cape Elizabeth by Noah Kahan for Mikayla's Christmas present, since she loves him and this was an RSD exclusive, that is so beautiful like an ocean. I picked up a fat stack of records for B as well, including the Diamond Collection by Post Malone and the Beach Boys Christmas.

Basically, we walked out with a whole HAUL. And I have no regrets. It was fun to walk past everyone in line, knowing we got all the things we wanted, and they just didn't get there early enough haha. Plus, I was just so happy to be warm again.

We met up with Jackie and Marilyn after to hit Target, and then stop for our traditional lunch at Chick-fil-A. We also went to the mall for Bath and Body Works, and then made a run down to the Centerville Target where we picked up mini-brand books that we ordered. We have all seen them online, and wanted to get some ourselves! Each ball has four mini books, but it's always a surprise which ones you'll get. We opened them together to compare, and my favorite of mine was Colleen Hoover's Reminders of Him. They're all really cute though.

Kena and I also made stops at Barnes and Noble and PetCo after Jackie and Marilyn were done for the day, so yeah, we shopped until we dropped. I wanted to go home and just take a nap, but the day was FAR from over. I had to drop Kena off and then run to Brayden's family Thanksgiving, which I was quite late too. But the food was great, again with the mashed potatoes and gravy, but also green bean casserole! Reef was there, which made things a bit more chaotic, but we got through it. He is hard to keep calm when he's on a leash, but other puppies aren't haha. Who could blame him?

And once that was done, I had to run to my mom's little birthday celebration. We had cupcakes and ice cream, and let her open her gift, which was a family photo session from my siblings and I. I think she's excited, other than the getting ready for photos process haha. But other than the weddings, we haven't had family photos taken in so long.

Dad also planned an entire girls day for my sisters, my mom and I the next day as his gift to her, and the whole day was a surprise to her. We took her to breakfast, and then took her on a shopping spree. I think she had a good time, and we all did too. She picked out a new Christmas door mat, some towels, the Charlie Brown Christmas record, some books, a sweater, a pair of boots, some perfume... she killed it. So again, almost two full days of shopping!

And Saturday's outing with mom was followed by seeing Elf at Hale Centre Theater with Brayden's parents and sister. It was cute, and had some original funny parts, but overall, I wish they would have stayed true to the movie plot, and it's so hard to live up to haha. But still fun!

There's nothing like a completely full, busy, magical, fun Thanksgiving weekend to get you right into the Christmas spirit!

[toomanysurveys9]

This time last year, what was happening in your life? This time last year, I was on “summer break” from work for the week, just like I am this year, but I am pretty sure I stayed home last year. This year we are in Florida.  Did you/will you have coffee or some other form of caffeine today? I have not had coffee or caffeine today, but I probably will at some point.

Who did you last have a text conversation with and what was it about? Uh, probably in our family chat... talking about Florida and asking how things were going at home.

Are there regular trains in and out of your town/city? I think so.

Do you bathe your pets regularly? I do not.

Do you have a mailbox or do you collect your mail from the post office? We have a mailbox.

What was the last animal you saw, and was it a pet? It was a teeny, tiny lizard, and it was not a pet.

Have you ever had an ear infection? So many.

If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I kind of started watching Jane the Virgin and Supernatural again.

Would you have any clue when your best friend last got their hair cut? Nope.

Someone messages you just as you’re about to go to sleep. Do you reply? Depends who it is and what it is about.

Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? Not that I know of.

Have you ever been hospitalized due to dehydration? I don’t think so, no.

Is there anything you need to remember to do before the day ends? Not today. I’m on vacation.

When you listen to music with headphones, do you keep the volume low enough to hear surrounding noise faintly, or do you blast it? I blast it. For sure. Unless my kiddos are with me. Then I usually have a lot more quiet and/or leave one in and one out.

What’s your favorite online radio site? I don’t know. I use Pandora a lot if that counts.

Do your parents have any authority over who you date? Nope. I’m going to be 30 this year. I’m married though.

How many different shades of nail polish do you have? None.

What did you have for breakfast this morning? I haven’t actually had breakfast. I ate a few grapes though.

Are you lucky enough to have an ice maker in your refrigerator door? I’m not sure we are lucky because of it, but ours does have one in it.

Are you the type to wake up before the sun has even risen? Only when I have to.

Have you ever watched an anime series, start to finish? I have not.

Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. I actually don’t right now.

Do you have a favorite towel? What color is it? I just bought a new one. It’s blues and greens and has a sea turtle on it and I only paid $7 for it.

Have you seen any films with Judy Garland in them?: I have.

How did you feel when you woke up today? Why? Tired. We’ve been sleeping in a bit more than we do at home, but we didn’t get any sleep Saturday morning (we maybe slept from 2-4 AM after driving nonstop from 3 PM) and then kept driving from 5:30 AM until we got to the house we’re staying at about 9 PM Saturday night (there were some food and gas stops in there).

Who was the last person you messaged on Facebook? Our family group chat.

When was the last time you saw them? Some of them are with us now, some are at home and I have not seen them since this past Friday.

Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? My brother-in-law is named Nick. I don’t really know what his favorite food is though.

What are you listening to? Rose and Nora have YouTube videos playing and Lilli is watching SpongeBob Squarepants.

What year are you/did you graduate? BA was in 2016. I’ll be getting my master’s degree soon (I hope).

Are you obsessed with anything? A Court of Thorn and Roses series. I love it so much. Lol.

Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Lately, I think I prefer waffles.

Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? Non-diet.

Do you like seafood? I do not.

Are you craving anything right now? An ocean water from Sonic OR Chick-fil-a chicken nuggets.

Do you dress appropriately for your age? Yeah, I would say so.

If McDonald’s sold hot dogs, would you buy them? Absolutely not.

How long is your hair? It’s varying lengths.

Do you like your neighbors? I don’t think the neighbors to our right like us much. I don’t mind the neighbors to our left except they let their kids into our yard to play with our toys all the time and they don’t always clean up after themselves. Our neighbor across the street is nice.

What’s your school motto? I honestly don’t know.

Has a bird ever flown into your window? It did once. Speaking of birds flying into windows.... Wyatt ran straight into the backdoor last night. It could have been SO BAD but the glass is evidently very strong.

Which word did you say first, mama or dada? I don’t know. I think my mom has said “dada” was my first word.

How old were you when you learned to walk? I have no idea.

What was your first pet’s name? Rocket.

How many kids were in your class in kindergarten? I don’t remember.

Who was your best friend in elementary? Leslie, Julye, and Ariel.

Who was the best athlete in your freshman class? No idea. That wasn’t the people I hung out with.

What teacher did all the high school boys/girls have a crush on? I don’t know. If there was one, it was probably Mr. Sabo.

Where do you see yourself in a year? Hopefully almost done with my master’s degree.

If you were able to change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Oh man, so many things I want to change... but I would love to change my body. I hate it.

Are you content just blending in with the crowd? Yeah, I think so.

[maii29]

Day 20: 2/7/23

Today was a stressful day. I hadn't been able to prepare for my pitch for my entrepreneur class so I was planning on working on it for two hours before class started. I took more time getting ready today. My father and I left later than usual. "Today is the latest that we've gone today," my father said. The temperature was warmer but we were still dealing with the icy and bumpy roads. When I arrived to Coffman, I went straight to working on my speech and skipped breakfast. All I could think about was the pitch. As I walked to West Bank, I played music but didn't pay much attention to it. I used it as background noise. I thought to myself that I wouldn't be able to do it. Time came and class started. I was relieved to find out that I wasn't presenting today. My mood instantly changed.

As I walked back to Coffman, I felt more relaxed and was able to enjoy the music. I ordered the usual meal from Chick-Fil-A. It was 12 and there was many people. It was more difficult to find a seat to sit. I continued by watching videos from Youtube on my phone. I had to retake my quiz in Vincent Hall. I had never been there before, since none of my classes required me to go until now. I used the women's bathroom in Vincent hall and had my first impressions. The bathroom on the first floor didn't feel like a "normal" bathroom. It felt more like an unused room and a bathroom was decided to put in there. I felt this way because the stalls height was shorter and the layout of the bathroom is small and different. I also noticed that there was a locked door in the bathroom. I used the stairs to walk to the third floor. I sat at one of the tables outside of the class where I am supposed to take the test. I practiced a problem by viewing it on my laptop and used a notebook to write down my steps and used the calculator on my phone. While taking the test, I used my Desmos on my laptop as a graphing calculator. I used a mechanical pencil and eraser. Using a pencil allowed me to erase my mistakes. I passed the test. I felt motivated to finish my other work.

I decided to take a nap when I got home since I felt tired. My family was eating dinner at this time. At home, I consumed a home-made meal by my mother. I was eating alone since I had just woken up from my nap. I consumed half of what I had on my plate and decided to pack the rest for lunch tomorrow. I felt full. I consumed the following snacks listed. I never noticed there was a spelling of the stick for Fun Dips. When getting the last bit of powder at the bottom of the bag, I used my fingers and stained them.

String cheese

Sun chips

Fun Dip

[livingwithlosingyou]

Living with Losing You - 12/28/2022

Technically Day #2 in KY.

I forgot to mention that your mom backed the scones that she had made for us when we first came to visit in February 2021. It feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at once. I know I say that a fair amount, but it really just is so strange.

Today, I went into the studio / worked form the studio. It was nice to balance the work meetings and then being able to go and quickly record when I was done working. Both of the interns were there today, Jackson and Evan. They actually have another intern whose name is also Jake, but I am not sure where he was. Anyway, they have been a huge help on this EP as well, so it is alway nice to see them. It was my first time meeting Evan in person (we had only met via FaceTime). I also met a guitarist that was playing on a few of my songs. It was pretty incredible how quickly he picked it up.

Today we recorded Happy Anniversary. Well, the final vocals on it. I was SO mad when I wrote that song. It was on our official anniversary when I found out that I had COVID -19, and I found your secret account. I referenced it in the OG song, but we sis take it out then tastefully add it back in. I FELT that one. Seldom am I angry, I feel like most of the time I am missing you and my heart is aching for you. Maybe frustrated is a better word. I get frustrated that you’re not here. I have to remind myself that you are at peace. I have to.

After we got that done, we also recorded some harmonies. All in all it was a good day in the studio. I will say, I was and still am devastated that they closed my fave GF place for now. I ended up getting Chick-Fil-A for lunch. It did hit the spot though.

Once I was done, I headed to your mom’s house for dinner and to spend the evening with her. She made this amazing quiche. I literally am obsessed, so GOOD! The crust was your favorite hash browns that you always used to buy and make when you’d cook us breakfast. Man, I miss those days.

We had some good convos. I feel like every time your mom and I get together, at some point there is a heart to heart. It means a lot.

We love you, James. So so very much.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

[neoheros]

sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

[eideticmemory]

FINE LINE II | SPENCER REID

Two kids and two decades of history later, you and your ex-husband learn to navigate the world of co-parenting. PART 2! Read Part One.

Word Count: 3,643.

Warning: Daddy Issues, mommy issues, angst, drama, romance. Love to see it.

Spencer’s a deep sleeper; both E and Em get it from him. But the one thing that all three of them are trained to wake up to, is your voice.

“Hey!” You snapped at Spencer, landing a harsh blow beside his sleeping frame.

He jolted awake in familiar frenzy, reaching out to grab you, make sure you were safe.

“Hey, hey, it’s me,” you spoke. “Look, I need a favor.”

“A favor?” he muttered.

“Yes,” you nodded. “You wanna be here for a few days? I need some help. Take the kids to school today.”

“Wha—“

“Or let E drive your car, it doesn’t matter, she’s a good driver,” you shrugged. “They need to be there at 8:15 sharp or else the administration has a stick up their ass. They’ll wake themselves up, dress themselves — stylishly — and feed themselves. And, uh, if you make them late, they’ll lose their minds so try to be out of here by 8, okay? Okay. Thank you.”

“Wait, wait, wait, [y/n],” Spencer called, holding your hand in his palm. “Where are you going?” He weakly pat around the mattress, searching for his phone, and when he grabbed the device in his hand, he checked the time. “It’s six in the morning.”

“So?”

“So,” he sighed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. You subtly averted your eyes to avoid seeing him shirtless, the duvet cover falling to his lap. “You didn’t get home until two in the morning.”

“You spying on me?” You asked.

“No, I just . . . can’t sleep knowing you’re out late at night—“

“Working,” you interjected.

“Working . . . and now you’re up four hours later?” He questioned.

“We could sit here and argue about who has a more messed up work schedule, or you can take the kids to school, just this once, and I’ll pick them up.”

“No, I’ll pick them up, don’t worry about it,” Spencer shrugged. “You go to work, I’ve got it.”

You sighed, “Are you actually staying until Sunday?”

“[y/n]—“

“No, Mr. Unit Chief, how did you get the week off from the BAU? Hm? It — it just doesn’t make sense.”

“So that’s what you wanted to ask me last night . . . why not just say it, [y/n]?”

“Don’t profile me, it’s valid question.”

“Listen,” he squeezed your hand lightly, just enough that the pressure silenced you. “I am off of work until Monday morning. You need me to drop off and pick up the kids? I can do that. Need me to feed them? I can do that, too. I can do it every day this week if you want. If you need to be at work, then go.”

You inhaled deeply, and released it in a sharp breath. “Thanks,” you shrugged. “I’ll see you this afternoon.”

The drive to your office was silent. Full of nothing but your thoughts and rambles and quiet scoffs. You missed the kids. Missed being with them in early hours like this, eating breakfast on the go, singing along to the radio. But your mind needed time to rest, to regroup away from Spencer and his sudden appearance.

When you arrived at work, you stumbled in to find an earlier bird than you. “Raven . . .” you mumbled. “I told you to go home, babe.”

“And I told you that this is getting in at 7:30 sharp . . .” she cleared her throat and glanced at you apologetically. “Boss. . .”

You sighed and shrugged, “Do you need help?”

“Nope,” she shook her head. “I’m right on schedule.”

You chuckled, full of pride, “Good.” You wandered over to your private office and secluded yourself behind the glass doors. Taking a seat at your desk, you plopped down with a tired huff. You rested your head on your folded arms, and just as you began to snore, your phone rang in your ear. You jumped up in a daze, groaning out at the device in frustration. When you picked it up, however, and saw who was calling, you gasped, whined, fell back childishly in your chair.

You sighed, answering the facetime, “Hi, Penelope.”

“Don’t ‘hi, Penelope” me,” she replied, her phone showing her dressed and sipping on a cup of tea. “I had to find out from Emily that Spencer is staying the week with you and the kids? How is this possible?”

“Pen—“

“Hold on.”

Suddenly, your screen revealed another person being added to the call. “Pen, why did you add Em— . . . Emily, hi.”

“What the hell is going on? [y/n]? Did you call me?” Emily hollered into her car speaker, focusing on the road ahead of her as she speaks.

“I did not call, Penelope called, I was ambushed,” you explained.

“No, no, you do not have Spencer spending the entire week at your house — for the first time, I might add — and not tell me,” Penelope interjected. “How are you? How are the kids? How did this happen? Are you two talking? Are you—“

“I told Penelope that Spencer requested the week off,” Emily said. “I thought you had already told her.”

“Yeah, Section Chief, how about some warning there? How did Spencer even get so much time off?” You rambled.

“Woah, woah,” Emily crowed. “Don’t shoot the messenger, he had more than enough vacation time saved up. He could’ve taken the entire month off and not lost a dime. There was nothing I could do. Plus, I thought, maybe . . .”

“Maybe. . .what?” You questioned.

“Maybe you and him had talked things out and . . .”

“Oh, my goodness,” Penelope exclaimed. “Are you guys back together?”

“No!” You shout. You sighed, “No . . . Spencer and I are not back together. He just . . . showed up. I called him to talk about E’s birthday party and he . . . well he says he’s staying until Sunday. Which is, perfect. Perfect in theory, if he actually stays. But he’s getting the kids’ hopes up and I hate that.”

“Yeah . . .” Emily snickered. “He’s getting the kids’ hopes up?”

“Emily Prentiss, do not profile me. Not you. I swear . . .”

Emily busted out laughing. “I mean, honey,” Penelope whispered. “I’m profiling you right now.”

“And with that, we must say goodbye,” you hummed happily as you pressed the button to hang up.

It was Wednesday. Wednesday. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. So, five days with the man, at most. Then he goes back to DC, and those beautiful ninety miles are between you two again. Unless you do therapy, which you won’t, because it’s an awful idea and — you don’t want to think about Spencer Reid this much. You can’t. But you check the clock and it’s 7:45 and he needs to get the kids out the door soon. Should you call? You should call. Okay, call. No, text E.

Y: hey girlie!! 🥰 had to leave early this morning, is dad taking you to school?

E: hey mom 🥺 yeah dad’s taking us!! we’re getting breakfast right now from chick-fil-a and he’s letting me drive his car!!

Y: oh wow! don’t hit any cows out there!

E: ha ha ha so funny ur hilarious

Y: love you 💕 💗 ❤️

E: love you ✨✨

Okay. They’re up. They’re happy. That’s good. They’re smiles are going to get you through the week. They always do.

When you get home that afternoon, Spencer and the kids were laughing, playing cards against each other in the kitchen.

“I hope you guys aren’t gambling in here, because that’s more of a living room activity,” you laughed to announce your presence.

“Hey, [y/n],” Spencer greeted you. “Come play!”

“I’m good,” you nodded.

“See? I told you guys she won’t play against me. She never has and never will,” he told the kids. They giggled.

“Oh, please, you say that like I’m scared to play against you,” you snickered.

“Well? Are you?” He asked, a hint of arrogance in his voice.

“Absolutely not,” you set your things down on the counter and joined them at the table. “Continue your game, though, because I would be scared to play against the kids.”

Spencer gave you this look out of the corner of his eye, his iris looking at you under his eyelashes and a light smile on his face.

Maybe these next four days won’t be so bad.

They were more than not so bad. They weren’t bad at all. They were blissful and full of smiles and laughter and fun family dinners every night, and you’d never felt so productive. You cleared two major social work cases at the job, thanks to Spencer’s help with the kids. Friday night, you came home to the backyard fully decorated for tomorrow’s party. Spencer had recieved the chair delivery and set everything up behind the house, surrounded each table with a handful of chairs and the proper decorations sat in the center. You absorbed it all in complete and utter shock. You were prepared to spend all of tonight and tomorrow morning doing this. And Spencer took care of it all.

“What do you think?” Spencer grinned, him and E standing in the center of the backyard proudly. “Took us hours but it’s all set. Now we just need the food and the people.”

E chuckled, “What do ya’ think, mom?”

“I. . .” you whispered. “I think it looks gorgeous. You guys did amazing.”

“Thank you,” she pipped, grinning happily. “I think so, too. Oh, c’mon, dad, let me show you my party dress!”

As they rushed into the house, Spencer pinched onto your shoulder lightly, smirking as he passed you by. Your stomach filled with an unshakable and startling feeling. It had you rocking on your heels trying to process it and breathe through it.

Saturday morning, you woke up at 9 o’clock as planned. E would be up in another hour, so you had plenty of time to sort out the last few details of her party. The guest list was just above 80 people, and you had to make sure you had ordered enough food to feed them all. You had to check in with the caterer, the baker, Spencer.

You knocked on the door heavily, before wandering in, expecting him to be dead asleep. When you walked in and saw the bed empty and well made, you stopped in your tracks.

“What the hell?” You muttered, stomping over to the bed, and snatching up the note on the pillow.

My dearest [y/n]

Gone out to run some birthday errands. Kiss the birthday girl for me.

Spencer

Errands? What errands? Is he serious? You sighed, and pulled your phone from your back pocket. You dialed Spencer’s number and held the phone to your ear, only to be greeted with an immediate voicemail. You furrowed your eyebrows and huffed angrily.

You drafted and sent a text to him, desperately wishing you were more surprised by this:

Be back by 4 please.

No answer.

You carried on the day with one mission: keep things under control and keep E’s mind off of Spencer. You let her stay cornered in her room, bringing her breakfast and an iced coffee, and kissing her on the top of her head.

“I can’t believe 16 years ago today, I was laid up in a hospital bed, screaming my head off, cursing at the nurses, when this tiny, slimy thing just . . . popped out of me.”

“Most people just say happy birthday,” Eden cringed.

“Happy birthday, babe,” you giggled. “You have no idea what you’ve done for me just by existing.”

“That’s more like it,” she nodded happily. “Thank you. Is dad here?”

“Uh, no,” you said quickly, prepared for the question. “He went to take care of some stuff for the party, he’ll be back before the party starts, though. Will Francesca be coming over today?”

“Oh. Okay. Uh, yeah. She’s coming to do my makeup.”

“Awesome,” you smiled, standing up. “Well, birthday girl, you get glitzy and glammy, and get ready for the party of a lifetime.”

“Mom . . . is everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Stop that, don’t worry about anything today, okay? Things are fine.”

“Okay,” she nodded. She trusted you. For 16 years, since the minute she was born, she’s trusted you. “Okay.”

Eden’s godmother was the first to show up. Penelope Garcia live and in the flesh. She barged into the house the moment you opened the door to greet her, and she rushed up the stairs.

“Pen, she is getting ready—“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I understand the importance of a teenage girls appearance, but I haven’t seen either of the kids in so long.”

“It’s been a month, Pen.”

“Way too long . . . Penelope!” She called out for Eden.

E perked her head up in her room, stopping her best friend, Francesca, from doing her eye makeup. “Auntie P?” She murmured and turned to the door.

Penelope opened the bedroom door joyfully, smiling ear to ear when she saw E. “Little Penelope!” She shouted, excitedly clapping her hands.

E hopped up from her seat and ran over to Penelope, practically jumping into her arms.

“Oh, happy birthday, babygirl!” Penelope cooed. “I can’t believe how big you are!”

“Thank you,” E smiled, her face tucked into Penelope’s shoulder.

You watched them, close to tears yourself to see them together. There were 5 people in the room when Eden Penelope Reid was born 16 years old ago. The doctor, 2 nurses, you — of course — and Penelope Garcia. It was the scariest thing you’d ever been through. And at your side, for 10 hours of labor, was Penelope. She held your hand, spoke softly to distract you from the pain, and encouraged you as you went through delivery. When Eden came into the world, it was no question what her middle name would be.

Penelope helped E prepare as you kept the business rolling in. Food, lights, cutlery, plates. You were rushing and running for hours. You barely just had time to shower and get yourself ready, let alone make sure Em put on the outfit you picked out for him. Luckily, Penelope got him dressed and sat with a good book so you could get yourself together.

The clock struck 4 in the afternoon, signaled by an alarm on your phone, and you had just stepped out of the bathroom. You slipped on a floral dress, befitting of a mother on a special day. Hair in place, dress without wrinkles, shoes to match, guests rolling in, and . . . oh yeah, still no Spencer. Countless calls and texts to him went unanswered, and you were running out of excuses to tell the kids.

When your last and final call to him went straight to voicemail, you left a message.

“Spencer, I don’t know where you are, and I want you to know that, right now, I don’t care. It’s a quarter after 4, and people are showing up, and the show must go on, so . . . show up, don’t show up. Keep us on our toes, it doesn’t matter. I hope you’re okay. Bye.”

Dropping you phone on your bed, you gave it one more glance as you left the room.

Music rang throughout the backyard, packed with people by the time it was 5:30. Eden brought the whole BAU together — visited by Penelope, Emily, Matt, Tara, Derek, Hotch, and Luke who brought his and Penny’s baby boy along.

E was in heaven, reunited with some of her closest cousins. It was turning into a good day, without Spencer. But there was a hole caused by his absence that no one could fill. And you know this because you’ve been trying to fill it all of Eden’s life.

While your little girl is quite the social butterfly, sometimes that social battery of hers can wear low. Particularly when she’s overwhelmed by attention, or stress, or her own genius thoughts.

Luckily, she gets that from you, and you two have a tendency to find similar places to hide. She found you sitting on the back patio, hidden in the corner. “Hey, pretty girl!” you smiled. “Having fun?”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “You?”

“Eh, it’s an alright party,” you joked.

“So . . . do you know where dad is?”

You released a long exhale and hesitated for a good, long few seconds. “No.”

She nodded, “Cool. That’s cool.”

“E—“

“Penelope, come here!” Penelope suddenly screamed from the front door.

“Coming!” E called back. “I have to attend to my guests, excuse me.” She giggled, and you smiled at her as she walked away.

You relaxed back against the wall of the house, watching your friends and family rejoice in the backyard. Over the music, you heard the curling sound of a scream. Eden’s scream. And you ran like you’ve never ran in your life.

“Oh, my God,” she cried. “Oh, my God!”

You were confused and a bit scared and very eager to see what had her so overwhelmed. And when you rounded the corner, coming face to face with the front door, you gasped, stopping on your tippy toes like you were knocked in the face by an invisible force.

“Ah! Piccolo genio! Happy birthday!” Rossi said to your daughter as he held her in a tight hug. He pulled away to hold her face in his hands lovingly. “It is incredible to see the person you have become. Goodness! You know who you look just like?” He questioned.

Rossi spun on his heels, facing himself in your direction with open arms. “Her,” he said. “You look just like her.” He stepped towards you slowly, “My goodness, someone would think it was your sweet sixteen we’re celebrating.”

You laughed and shook your head, blinking away the tears of joy in your eyes. “Flattery is not gonna make me forget that a certain someone doesn’t know how to visit more often.”

“Italy to Virginia is a long flight, my dear,” he pulled you into a tight hug. A secure hug. Full of safety and love and memories. “But I will have to make it more.”

You burrowed yourself into his chest, smiling to yourself at the sound of his voice.

“[y/n],” he whispered. “How are you?”

You did nothing but let out a long, long, long sigh.

“We’ll talk,” he nodded.

“Now,” he pulled away from the hug to hold you against his side. “Since I am here, the party may now . . . begin.”

As everyone followed Eden and Rossi through the house, you were left in the entrance with Spencer, who was eyeing you shyly with his hands in his pockets.

“Got caught up at the airport,” he explained.

You gave him the teeniest, tiniest half smile, and let out a faint laugh, “C’mon, Spencer.”

Later that night, when it was just you, Spencer, and the rest of the BAU veterans, he offered to help you clean up. You stood in front of the sink, scrubbing at a dirty pan as music played softly in the background.

“[y/n]?” Spencer whispered to you as he placed leftovers in the fridge. “What’s on your mind?”

You shook your head, and turned briefly to give him a solemn smile, “I never had a sixteenth birthday party,” you told him, returning your attention to the dishes. “Did you?”

He chuckled to himself, “No,” he said. “I had a psychology exam the day of my sixteenth birthday. I took it and then read for the rest of the night.”

“I had a trigonometry exam on my sixteenth birthday,” you shrugged.

“Oh, yeah? How’d you do?” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I did alright . . . then I went back to my charity dorm on MIT’s campus, and had some microwaved pasta.”

Spencer let out a soft sigh, and stepped over to you, “Life of a child prodigy, right?”

“But not for E. Not for Em. All I ever wanted was for them to be extraordinary, and live an ordinary life. High IQ, be damned, it’s what they deserve.” You rambled. After a few minutes of silence, you glanced at Spencer, who was eyeing you sympathetically. “Don’t profile me, Spencer Reid, we’ve talked about this.”

“I’m not profiling you!” He laughed.

“You are,” you said.

“I am not. If anything, you’re profiling me right now.”

“Profiling you profiling me?”

“Exactly—what? No!” he said through constant laughter.

You smirked at him, hiding a smile behind the expression. “I don’t need to profile you, Spencer. I know you.”

“I—“

“I know you.” You enunciated. “I know you.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You do.”

You knew you had to tear yourself away from those big brown eyes as soon as possible, or risk major emotional turmoil. So, you focused on the dishes as you spoke, “I’ve been thinking . . . maybe therapy . . . wouldn’t be so bad.”

Spencer’s eyes went wide, “Really?”

“Really, it’s about twenty years too late, but . . .” You nodded. “I guess a part of that whole ordinary lives thing for the kids is having parents that actually get along, so . . . I’ll try it.”

“Thank you, [y/n], thank you so much,” he said. “I already made us an appointment here in Charlottesville for next Friday.”

You scoffed. You should’ve been mad, annoyed. But all you could think was: yeah, I definitely married a scorpio.

“Fi—“ you mumbled, in the midst of rolling your eyes when a gust of movement caught your attention. Outside of the kitchen window, to the side of the house, was E. E and some boy. A handsome boy. You couldn’t tell if he looked familiar. Well. Yeah, he kinda did.

“[y/n]?” Spencer called to you, when he suddenly noticed Eden. “Do . . . do you know him? [y/n]?”

You watched as the kid handed E a birthday gift and placed a kiss to her cheek. She blushed softly and looked down. No. No, you didn’t know him. She hadn’t told you about him.

Another part of the whole ordinary life thing. A part that you had completely forgotten about.

Boys.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

Is your hair long enough to pull over your face like a moustache? :3 No, it’s way too short. Do you ever find yourself making up survey questions throughout the day? Ha, sometimes. Who is your favourite online friend? You guys. (: What was the last thing you tried for the first time? This Ben & Jerry’s dairy-free ice cream made with sunflower milk. The last thing you said outloud: How loud were you speaking? I wasn’t speaking loudly; I used my “indoor voice.” Probably quieter than that.

What is your favourite nail polish colour to wear or see on others? Black was my go-to.  What was the last thing you learned? About some new businesses that are coming to my city soon. How warm do you like your showers / baths to be? I like to take hot showers. The song you're listening to right now: What lyrics did they just sing? I’m not listening to music. Are there any advertisments / commercials you actually like? Which? Ones with catchy songs, I suppose. Which holidays do you decorate your house for, if any? Just Christmas, really. How often do you visit your relatives? I don’t see extended family often to be honest. I used to all the time growing up, but over the years it lessened as everyone got older or became busy doing their own thing. Plus, due to health related reasons I’ve missed some family get togethers these past few years. In your opinion, what is the scariest natural disaster? All of them. What design is on your bed sheets? There’s blue seashells and starfish all over. If your house was a hotel, what would it's star rating be? We have wifi, food, coffee, comfy beds, TVs in the bedrooms with tons of channels and streaming services... I’d say a 4-star, ha. We’re just missing a swimming pool and hot tub. What is your favourite brand of fizzy juice / soda? Coke, Pepsi, and Dr. Pepper. As a kid, did you use toothpaste that wasn't minty? (Like orange, etc) I liked bubblegum flavored toothpaste. What is your favourite vegetable? Spinach. Do you any other countries' timezones saved to your computer / mobilephone? No. What was the last musical you watched? I don’t remember. Which meal of the day is your favourite to eat out for? Breakfast. Is your username the same for every website? No. Do you enjoy taking photographs? What do you usually take them of? I have a lot photos of my doggo. What do you have in your bookmarks? (Online) The main websites I visit. Do you have a lucky number? Why is it so lucky? No, I don’t believe in luck. I have a favorite number, though, which is 8. Do you set your browser to remember passwords? No. Describe the perfect burger: I’m a simple gal, just cheese, ketchup, mustard, mayo, and pickles. What was the last thing you made yourself to eat? Ramen. What is something most people find ugly that you find cute? Hm. I don’t know. Have you ever stood on a sea creature while at the beach? D: I don’t think so?

What's worse: Speaking in all caps or all lowercase? I don’t like either one. What's your favourite place to go to for fast food? I mainly just go to Jack in the Box or Chick-Fil-A. How many fillings do you have? A few. 

Do you prefer having cold or warm hands? Warm. Have you ever had a mud fight? No. When you see people in love is your first reaction, "Ew" or "Cute"? xP I don’t think it’s “ew” at all.  Good for them. Have you ever woken up from a dream and thought it had actually happened? Yes. Are you obsessed with a certain countries culture? (Not your own) No. Do you know anyone who closely resembles someone else? (With no relations) Not that I can think of at the moment. When your sunburn peels, do you leave it or pull at it? I can’t help myself, I have to peel it. :X What type of food do you find yourself craving most? (Sweet, meat, etc) Salty, savory. Why did you last go to the doctors? I see one every 1-2 weeks for one of the health related things I have. Are you good at Name That Tune? I kinda think so; I know a lot of different songs across genres and decades. I like those types of games. Name something that frightened you as a kid that you like now: Scary movies. I love ‘em now. Do you prefer pictures or videos? Both. The people who pop in your "Who you might know" list:Do you ever know them? I get a lot of suggestions for people I don’t know for some reason. Do you ever highlight excerpts of books that you particularly enjoy? If I’m reading through the Kindle app I might, but I don’t like marking up actual books. How easy is it for you to recognise what quote / lyric something is from? I’m a lot better with lyrics than quotes. On a scale of one to ten, how tired are you currently? 10 and yet here I am doing this.

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First Post Pandemic (🤞) Road Trip

July 20-22

The girls and I planned a 2 night get away to the Elora, St. Jacob’s, Waterloo region! Our trip was jam packed! First stop was the Rose Bud Motel! A pilgrimage of sorts, continued from the previous day. (See July 19) Then we checked in to our gorgeous hotel, Staybridge Suites where we were more than comfortable. Next was an escape room at KW Escapes, THRILLER, was a super, exciting and challenging room. Our host, Max, gave us a couple of extra minutes to complete the room because we were so close! Dinner at Jake’s with huge meals. Then I went to Walmart while girls went to their booked time at the swimming pool.

Up early Tuesday to get breakfast and then head to Elora Gorge. We got our gear, tubes, helmets and life jackets. The tube took about an hour with some fun rapids and section of lazy floating. We had time to go walk around busy Elora and got lunch at Box Social. Then we were off to the Quarry for our 3:00 reservation. Spectacular!

The girls had dinner out at Street & Main while I had lunch leftovers in my king size bed. Played some games in the room that evening.

Next day up and to the market…oh the food! Fresh everything and churros, pretzels, lemonade! The girls hit the mall for an hour before our journey home with one last stop Chick fil A at the Yorkdale Mall! Worth the stop for sure!

[antpernas]

12/29/20

Today was less eventful than yesterday, but still pretty eventful!

So, I woke up before my alarm went off, and I literally didn’t get out of bed until 10:00 AM! It’s ok though, because I texted some friends and talked to my sugar daddy and stuff. For breakfast, I just had some greek yogurt and granola, and then I went straight back to my room. Then I just texted (and took pics for) my sugar daddy, and then I picked out a bunch of stuff that he can buy for me when he wants, per his request! I’m not a very materialistic person, so I was kind of hard for me to come up with ideas at first, but I’ve realized there are a lot of little frivolous things I’ve always wanted (concept art books, Studio Ghibli movies, etc.) but have never had the money to splurge on, so I’m gonna use that as the bulk of my gift list for a while!

Around 12:00, my mom asked me to go help her with some deliveries, so I finished up with my sugar daddy and started getting ready to go. I brushed my teeth, did my skincare, put on a cute fit, then headed over to her! She gave me a few medicines to take care of, two of which I went to go do at that moment. The rest were to take on the way back from my piercing consultation.

Originally, I had a hookup planned with a bottom for about 2:00 or 3:00 PM, but he ended up saying he wasn’t comfortable with recording so I didn’t go.

So, at 4:00 PM, I had my piercing appointment! It was really cool to finally meet the guy who’s pretty much going to be my new piercer/jewelry wholesaler and chat with him about jewelry and piercings and stuff. He was really sweet too! I remember I had called him while I was on the way to my mom’s pharmacy and I completely confused the shit out of him by trying to give him a rundown of my situation, so I think he thought I was crazy at first. Which, like, yeah! BUT I think he ended up taking well to me and it was all good. They ended up having just one more of the item I was looking for in stock (a flat back post for my earring) and it was SOOOO liberating to finally have my full set back again. While it was getting sanitized, we browsed the supplier sites to look at jewelry and talk about future piercings. After the earring back was ready, I payed and was on my way!

In the car, I facetime a friend while I spent about 30 minutes trying to shove the earring backs through my shrunken ear lobe holes. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to try and wiggle it in or just push harder (the answer was to do the latter), so it definitely took some time. But I got it to work though!

Once I finished there, I went to Chick-fil-a for a very late lunch, then finished the deliveries for my mom. I called some friends on the way home, and that was that!

When I got home, my brother and my dad were playing volleyball, and I invited a friend who’s back from college to play with us. They were practicing spiking, and my dad asked me to hop in, so I did. What I could not have expected to happen, however, was going to spike a ball that my brother had set close to the net and having my earring hook on to the net and rip out from the flat back post. We spent 10 minutes trying to find it, but to no avail. To say I was in pain would be an understatement.

As if to add insult to injury, my dad then raked the sand in our court to even it out for a game, thus effectively burying that shit and removing any possibility of spotting it without digging. When my friend got there, we rallied for a bit and taught her some tips on how to play since she’s new, then played a game. I went in after just one since I was in a bad/sad mood over my earring.

My mom had brought home pizza while we were all playing, so my friend and I ate while we were chatting in my room. I told her about my sugar daddy, she told me about her boyfriend issues. A dynamic! Eventually, we both wanted to shower so I walked her outside and hugged her goodbye.

I was inside for a little bit before I got the very sudden and strong urge to get a sieve and just sift through the sand to try and find my earring. At this point, it was probably like 11:00 PM, and I stayed out there until like 3:00 AM just sifting through sand in the general area I thought the ring had fallen. I texted and called some friends while I was doing that, and even did a little mini twitter thread about it. Cute!

After I gave up there, I looked up and messaged some ring finding professionals, so hopefully they can come over tomorrow. After that, I went inside and made some videos for my sugar daddy, took a shower, and did my skincare, and now I’m ready for bed!

Good night, be safe!! I love you!! Sweet dreams!!